“Only another six months, and you’re gonna be a Daddy!”“Yeah? Hmm, wonder who the mommy’s gonna be?” he teased her. She scowled at him for...a full nine seconds, then began to giggle at Ben’s remark. If nothing else, her uncle had an uncanny ability to make her laugh, to bring happiness to her life, in more ways than one.The trip to Sundre proved to be a complete success. Gordon Krebs, the local vet, thought he could get the Longhorn semen Ben was looking for, and Amy found enough outfits to last. "I could handle it." She managed to say."Sure honey." Eric retorted condescendingly."Hey! I could ride that long piece of wood all day long if I had to." She responded by leaning forward with her hands against the dashboard and began to bounce her body up and down fucking her son's cock inches away from her husband. "What do you think Jake? Could your mother ride something that big and hard?"His hands gripped her thighs, helping his mother bounce up and down on his rock hard cock while he tried. My legs are slightly open as you kneel between them. Moisture glistens in my hair as my entire body quivers beneath you. Holding my eyes with yours, you place a fingertip to my mouth. Running it along my lips and slipping it into my mouth. My eyes close as I suck it, remembering the feel of your cock in my mouth. Your finger leaves my mouth and marks a trail down my body. Your gaze holds mine as the tip of your finger crests my pubic hair. My eyes close, I bite my lip and arch my back as your. He had seen pictures of arctic explorers in the old days, those who had not been careful enough, or lucky enough, to avoid frostbite. The photos of fingers and toes, black and hideously swollen, had warned him of the danger. But warning had not been enough. The unending, brutal cold had taken its toll on his body, and by the start of the second week on the ice Bill had seen the first traces of frostbite pop up. He had done his best to contain the damage, but by the time he left the tent he knew.